A/N: Yeah, so here's another one. I kind of like this one, but...
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Upon entering the Las Vegas Mafia, Mello had been branded as the latest "toy". This entitled any man or woman to do anything they wanting with him: Drinking, sex, shopping...you name it. It wasn't the most glamorous position Mello could be in, but it got him in, and it got him known.
On this particular night, a few of the higher ranked men decided to rent Mello out and get him drunk, and hopefully get a little more afterwards.
And that is how Mello found himself sitting on the fourth barstool from the left, the biggest freaking drink he had ever seen in front of him.
The color drained from Mello's face as it was placed on the counter and slid towards him.
I wasn't the first time he had drunken alcohol (no, he was quite used to the occasional shot of vodka or tequila) but it was the first time he had to drink this much. All things considered, he was much more of a Shirley Temple kind of guy to begin with.
"There you are," said one of the men, pushing it closer to Mello. The blonde's eyes widened a bit more and he grasped it in both hands. "Cheers." said the man.
"CHEERS" the rest of the group shouted in unison.
"cheers." Mello piped in, barely audible and his voice shaking. The rest of the men had already downed their drinks and ordered new ones. All eyes were on Mello, who had failed to even lift his.
Mello glanced around nervously. "H-here I go..." he muttered.
"Aw, for Christ's sake!" shouted another man. He grabbed the drink from Mello's slow hands and pushed it up to his lips and tilting it back, forcing it down his throat.
Although Mello was choking, the man refused to stop until the whole thing was gone. When it was, he placed the glass back down on the counter and all the sick bitches watched as Mello choked, some of the drink come back up.
They all headed for the car after that, leaving Mello on the fourth barstool from the left with more alcohol and guilt in him than anyone his age should.
